eat, dance, love

I went back with two mangoes in my arms, and soaked glutinous rice in water.The glutinous rice used to make mango glutinous rice needs to be soaked for several hours first, so that the rice will be sticky and delicious.

After the rice is cooked, make him three delicacies noodles for breakfast.

Pork stir-fried in oil pan, together with pork liver, pig intestines, and shiitake mushrooms, are boiled together in noodle soup.After the aroma is released, add the rice noodles that have been blanched in water and cook for a while.Add ginger slices, chopped green onion, pepper, and sesame oil to enhance the taste, and finally add a fried egg.

carry out.

He happened to set up Zheng Yue's fruit stand, and was lying on the small table playing with his mobile phone bored.I took the powder out, he was attracted by the fragrance, and looked back at me, following my movements all the time.

I put down the powder, and he pulled out a plastic stool and said, "Let's come out and eat together."

I knew he had something to say, and I knew that since he was back, he shouldn't hide anymore.It is human nature to hide for a while, and it is a shame to hide all the time.So he agreed, went back and brought out his share, and the two ate at the same table in the open air.

"Do you know," he said with drooping eyelashes, his eyes falling on the table, "the Beijing dishes you cook have the taste of a teacher when I was young."

Hearing this, my heart skipped a beat, I didn't know whether to say this directly or tactfully.Looking at his expression secretly, I can't tell which topic he wants to talk about-is he talking about my secret, or just nostalgic?

He had no choice but to reply vaguely: "Really? Beijing dishes are authentic, don't they all taste like that?"

"Oh." He picked out the pork liver and intestines, put them on the side of the bowl, and gave me a flat look, "So that's the authentic taste."

Actually not.I thought to myself, where is there any authentic taste, it’s just that a group of people’s taste buds are nostalgic for old memories-if it’s an online chat, I should have typed this sentence, but sitting opposite each other, I can’t say it.

Fortunately, he didn't bother with this, and said: "Since I was five years old, my mother has started to formulate a healthy eating plan for me, which will not make me lack of nutrition, but will never let me eat too much, and there is nothing wrong with it." Especially delicious food. Therefore, I have never felt full since I was a child, and I want to eat everything I see, but I dare not eat it. Even if I am not hungry, I always feel empty in my stomach.”

He has already told me these things, and now he is saying it again in person, and I am a little uncertain about his intentions.His direction seems to exceed the two possibilities I just thought of.

"The most impressive meal I had when I was a child was when my teacher brought home-made meals to our class for the first time. Later, I looked forward to her bringing home-made dishes every day. Not only did she cook delicious food, It will also encourage me to eat."

He had already finished eating, put down his chopsticks, and looked at me: "And when I grew up, the most impressive meal I had was with you."

"Hmm." I replied softly, feeling helpless and expressionless.

"Have you seen "Leon"?" He paused for the next sentence, judging whether I matched the title of the film with its famous Chinese translation.

"I've seen it." I nodded.

Not only did I watch it, but I knew immediately which clip he was going to mention - in the movie, Natalie Portman said "I think I'm in love with you, my stomach is warm now".At this moment, this movie clip resurfaced repeatedly in my mind.Perhaps, also appeared in his mind.

I waited for him to say something, but the sentence he mentioned never came out.

We stared at each other in silence for a long while.He turned slightly sideways, looking out at the sea.Not a word came out of his mouth, but I seemed to hear a "forget it".

These two words are written on the corners of his eyes and brows, and I can read them clearly.Because I know him so well.

"Zheng Zixu, why don't you... teach me how to cook a few dishes. I'll take your skills away, so that I can have enough food without you by my side." He said flatly.

Does this count as tit for tat?I dodged earlier, and now he's getting cold feet.We're even.

"Okay." I replied, packed up the dishes, and went back.

Today's mango sticky rice, I didn't make it later.

He really started to learn how to cook from me, cooking together every day, taking time when I was not busy in the morning.

He doesn't need to serve the dishes to the guests, so my teaching is not limited to a certain dish, but more about telling him how to use each ingredient.He also went to buy goods with me, that is, to buy vegetables, like a primary school student, carefully wrote down every word I said about the ingredients.He even didn't let go of Zheng Yue's fruit stand—since he knew that many fruits can be eaten.

After studying so decently for more than a week, sometimes it can help me a little bit.

Many artists like to say that they like cooking, and they say that cooking is beautiful in interviews, but the truth is not so romantic and beautiful.This kind of thing, once a month is fun, once a week is still fun, several times a day, it is hard to say what it is.

After he posted a video of himself helping me in the kitchen on Moments for three consecutive days, his agent called and yelled, and I could hear her yelling through the receiver: "You are now a woman who has been married for 20 years You're a yellow-faced woman, don't cook with wild men anymore!"

Wild man me: "..."

He glanced at me, slightly embarrassed, and ran out into the yard clutching his phone.

From the angle I stand, I can see the courtyard.As soon as I looked up, I saw his back, and I couldn't help but look at him to see where there were signs of a "yellow-faced woman who has been married for 20 years".Turns out, no.

He was on the phone for 5 minutes, and at first he could still hear him coaxing his agent, making a lot of small moves.Gradually, there were no more small movements, less words, and the back stood there, tall and graceful, like a still picture.

Finally hung up the phone, he stood alone for a while before walking back, leaning against the kitchen door, and said: "Xu Ran won't let me stay in the fume environment for too long, I won't help you in the future."

I nodded, "Yeah."

He went to the sink to wash his hands, said goodbye to me, and went back to the hotel.

For the next two days, he didn't come.I didn't come over at all, and I even sent the meal over.

Every time I see him, he is either watching his professional video or practicing dancing.He practiced dancing seriously, and he said very little. When I brought the meal over, he sometimes gave me a simple gesture, and sometimes ignored me at all, immersing himself in his own world.

I guess all of this has something to do with his agent's phone call, but he didn't tell me, so it's hard for me to ask.There is no position to ask.In private, I secretly used the trick of star-chaser girls to dig out his upcoming itinerary, but I found nothing.

So I was shrouded in uncontrollable loss, wanting to see him, but not wanting to see him, it was very difficult.It is almost unbearable to bear this feeling that is clearly within reach, yet seems to be thousands of miles away.

On the third day, the two little kids in my family came back from a trip.

Zheng Hao brought a gift to her Teacher Gu, and rushed to give the gift excitedly. After 10 minutes, he came back with a sad face.As soon as he entered the house, he came to my shop and said, "Brother, Teacher Gu seems to be leaving."

My heart skipped a beat.

I haven't thought of this possibility.He came to travel on vacation to relax.And relaxation will always come to an end, he has been in Haibao for almost two months, such a long vacation, since he officially became a dancer, this is the first time.

But thinking about it, it didn't make me feel better when I knew it.

I am not reconciled.

Not reconciled to what, I do not know.

Didn't push him to bed?Didn't say anything hesitant to say?Still haven't "recognized"?Maybe both.

I hugged Zheng Hao for a while, and suddenly remembered the mango glutinous rice that I didn't make for Gu Yu that day, and my eyes fell on the glutinous rice that was soaked to make glutinous rice cakes this morning, and my heart felt hot.

"Go to my aunt outside and bring in two mangoes." I patted Zheng Hao.

Zheng Hao looked up at me: "Do you want to cook something delicious for Mr. Gu?"

I nodded: "Yes, he is leaving, and I will give him the best food recently."

"Then I want to eat too." She looked expectant.

I patted her: "Then you take one more."

She ran out and brought three mangoes, and helped me wrap the glutinous rice in gauze and put it in the steamer.By steaming glutinous rice, its natural taste will be more intact.

When steaming the rice, we divide the work. I cut the mangoes, and she mixes coconut milk, sugar, and salt.After the rice is steamed, the coconut paste she mixes is also ready, pour it into the glutinous rice and stir evenly, let it cool and soak.

Mangoes can be garnished raw or steamed for a while with rice.I chose the latter.Put the dish into the steamer after the plate is finished, take it out after 5 minutes, and then pour some remaining coconut paste.

Then, I took the most beautiful one and delivered it to the hotel in person.Before going out, Zheng Hao asked me: "Can you let Teacher Gu stay for a few more days, I haven't finished learning the spinning movements he taught me..."

"What nonsense, how can we let him stay? He has a job." I subconsciously put on a teaching posture, frowning at her rude request.

She suddenly became anxious, and ran out of the kitchen waving her arms, saying, "You can, you can! Really!"

"who said it!"

"Teacher Gu said it!"

I was at a loss for words.Under the bright summer sun, I felt as if I had been struck by lightning, and I felt a shiver all over my body, and goose bumps immediately appeared on my arms, and my heart was blocked.

I didn't talk to Zheng Hao anymore, I turned around and strode towards the hotel, I couldn't wait to see Gu Yu.

I walked to his room with ease, and before I reached the door, I heard his voice—to be precise, it was the voice of arguing: "You're almost done, and I'll treat you as if I'm in a serious relationship." For the sake of my career, why do I even control who I want to 419 now?"

I stopped and stood two meters away from the door.

Needless to say, this is talking to his manager, Xu Ran, and the tone of his tone is like that of a rebellious boy against parental restraint.I listened for a while, and the words were not good, but people couldn't help but want to laugh.

I was thinking whether to leave the meal outside, when the door suddenly opened.

He just hung up the phone and came out with an angry face.When he looked up and saw me, his anger seemed to have turned into bad luck—he wished he could find a way to hide.